Clash (Left Turn #1) Read Online Belle Aurora

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Left Turn Series by Belle Aurora
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
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I moped, sitting again with a dull thud. “I hate this game.”

Then why was it strangely addictive?

Who knew?

“Okay,” Lee uttered. “Well, you choose. What do you wanna play?”

I thought about it. “The only gaming console I ever had was the NES. I didn’t have many games on it. My absolute favorite was Super Mario 3.”

“I don’t got it on here, kid,” Lee murmured then he smiled. “But I can get it. Hold up.”

Then he got up and walked down the passage to his cubby. He spent a little time in there before he came back holding a small black console. Unfolding it, he handed it to me. “It’s a 3DS. I’ve got all the classics on there.”

I opened it and immediately spotted Super Mario 3. With a small gasp, I held the console to my bosom. “Lee!”

He sunk into the chair next to me and nudged me with his shoulder. “You can have it.” I instantly went to protest but he held up a hand to stop me. “I have four of them, kid.”

“Are…” My frown was deep. “Are you sure?”

“Yep.” Lee got comfortable, resting his head on my shoulder, and I smiled to myself. “Now. Show me what you got.”

I clicked on the opening screen and when the familiar opening sequence began, I uttered a long, drawn out, “Cool.”

I felt Lee’s body shake next to me. “By the way, no one says cool anymore.”

“They don’t?”

I did.

He looked up at me from my shoulder and gently shook his head. “No. They say sick, or…”

While Lee thought about it, Hell called out, “Awesome.”

Noah added, “Bitchin’.”

“Lit.” This was Connor.

I was mildly embarrassed. “Do I…” My voice was slight. “Do I have to choose one now, or…” And it weakened even more as I bit my lip. “…can I think about it?”

Lee’s shoulders shook hard then he slapped a hand down on my leg, causing my entire body to jerk.

“Goddammit, Emmy.” He laughed out loud then sighed, “I like you.”

My smile was small.

My voice was smaller. “I like you too.”

And I did, very much.

It was funny to watch four tall, sturdy men sit at such a small cubicle to play poker. The booth was flooding with testosterone, positively bursting with it.

I smiled to myself as I watched them from over the edge of my book.

Sitting opposite them on the three-seater, I tucked my feet underneath me and pretended to read.

“You have no idea, guys,” Connor uttered as he shuffled the cards. “Twins. That’s where it’s at.”

Noah shook his head. “Two pussies are too many for me. I’m a one-woman guy.”

“I don’t know, man,” Lee stated thoughtfully. “I’d sure give it a red-hot go.”

I blushed, gripping my book tighter.

I should not have been listening to this. It was a private conversation.

When Hell picked up his cards, he admitted, “Been there, done that.” He made a noncommittal sound. “I don’t rate it.”

“What? That’s weak, bro.” Connor was outraged. He spoke directly to Noah, “You telling me you got two young, tight pussies, wet as fuck, and you wouldn’t figure out what to do with ‘em?”

“Call me old-fashioned, but,” Noah muttered, putting a card down, “one dick needs one hole. I’m not greedy.”

Connor grinned brazenly. “Greed is my middle name.”

Caught up in the moment, I accidentally revealed myself when I made a small noise in my throat.

All of them looked over at me, and my cheeks colored.

Eyes wide, I pulled the book down to my mouth and tried to speak through the thick binding. “I wasn’t listening.” Four sets of eyes smiled and my neck began to itch. “I mean—” My voice was quiet. “—I wasn’t trying to listen.” I swallowed hard then whispered, “Sorry.” I hid behind my book and tried to read the words on the page.

Connor started the conversation again. “I’ll tell ya, this one time, I managed to snag this dope little Filipina.” He growled low in his throat. “Now, there was a tight pussy.”

From behind the binding, I scoffed and unintentionally made a face. Then, silence.

When I looked up, Connor was leering at me.

Oh.

Hello.

When he smirked and asked, “Why don’t you ever tell me off? I know you wanna,” I knew I was being baited.

I dawdled, hoping their game would continue if I didn’t respond. This was not the case.

Connor wanted an answer.

My reply was hesitant. “Because you pay me to be quiet and not tell you off about your persistent use of the word puh—” I couldn’t do it. Yes, you can. I swallowed hard and whispered the awful word, “Pussy.”

I felt faint. Never had I used such a vulgar word in my life. It was dirty and I didn’t feel right.

Connor looked like he wanted to laugh. “It physically hurt you to say that, didn’t it?”

I was sweating a little, yes.

Annoyed, I put my book up and pretended not to hear the light chuckles coming from the table of men across from me.


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